Only one starship left to connect...
Today is the Holy Day, the day to commemorate the establishment of the United Front of the Cosmos, and also to remember the day when they united, joined forces, and faced the Great Void together.
But now, on this sacred day, none of the executives are able to smile.
Tens of thousands of starships were launched a few days ago, and now, only one can be contacted.
Clearly, they were prepared for the most saturated support possible, but the death rate far exceeded anyone's expectations.
"Leader, the message we just received..."
The intelligence officer was sweating profusely, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and sweat had already seeped into his eyes, but he dared not blink.
"Speak..."
"The last connected starship, the Fire Seed..."
"Lost connection..."
Silence, a death-like silence, as if all strength had been completely drained from the United Front's executives, as they looked at the visibly expanding Great Void, and words were lost.
